I look for the dancers I came to see, but no one stands out, it's not like I thought it would be.No kohl darkened eyes or flowing gypsy hairnor gold coins adorning swirling skirts that flair.

Instead, I see several women seated at a table so quietly.Conversing softly - they look so ordinary to me.Bedecked not in jewels but in caftans, plain and dull.All just kind of average, no special presence or hypnotic pull.

But as I turn to leave something catches my attentionjust a sliver of sparkle - not really much to mention.Then bare toes peeking beneath the hem of their covers,reds, pinks, and purples like petals on flowers.

In the blink of an eye, a desert wind seems to stir across the room.The music begins, zills raise, covers drop, and a rainbow of colors bloom,as a flash flood of coins and bangles shimmer across the floor.Now, this is more in keeping with Middle Eastern lore.

Before my very eyes, these ordinary women, why they could be you or me,emerge like butterflies from drab cocoons, beautiful and sensual for all to see.The magic takes hold as the rhythmic drums pulse through my heart,and my head swirls dizzily with each beaded skirt.

All that was hidden is now revealed, not just flesh or the glitter of their wear,but that secret self, the essence of being a woman, self-confident and self-aware.I want -- no, I need -- to be one of them, to feel that inspiration,to be secure in the knowledge that each of us is a unique and exotically beautiful creation.

Hope these messages at least bring a smile today for you. For this party to really get off to a good start this morning I brought a dozen packages of oreos and milk. And for those of you who need your caffeine in the morning, a coffee chaser. I know every Boomer wishes you a speedy recovery.

Thoughts are sent out in your benefit, this time from Sweden. Soon, if not already, we have a closed network around this entire planet of love, affection and best wishes for you. It is an unbreakable circle of love, the strongest possible from where you can take whatever you need to go on. I wish you strength, I wish you plenty of anger in order to make you carry on the fight, and finally, most importantly, I wish you an abundance of love, as abundant as you are giving to each of us. Keep fightning, Dee. And we will fight with you, right beside you, for as long as you need us to.

Oh my goodness! Is it Deedles Day already? Happy Dee Day, Dee! I wish I could send you a card, but I am a puter dork and do not know how to "send" it to you up here in GB. You will just have to accept a huuuuuuuuuge hug and a huuuuuuuuuge get well kiss. ((()))))) ((((smack)))))

I hope "Deedles Day" finds you feeling a bit better today. If the LOVE we all feel for you could give you strength you would be Superwoman and the pain and discomfort you are going thru would be gone. Today is a celebration of the wonderful, kind, caring, generous person you are you have touched all of us Gameboomers in so many different ways which is why we have gathered here for "Deedles Day" to show you how much we love you and appreciate all the many things you have done for all of us.Jack's thoughts are beautiful and a great way to start the party.I will be bringing Philadelphia CheeseSteaks for everyone with fried onions and hot peppers on the side, also there will be Tastycakes (famous in the Philly area)with a box of peanut butter Tandytakes for all.

Why did the butterfly? When he saw the ice cream float. (Groan, but there aren't too many butterfly jokes out there!) I hope this one at least brought a smile to your face!

So Happiest of Deedle Days! You are in all of our thoughts and prayers. May these greetings give you the strength to get you through these days when you are feeling low. Remember, you have a lot of here who love you and are rooting for you!!!

Dear Sweet Dee,I too must say that I don't know just what you are going through, but have seen others in your "boat" and have always been there to help "bail" - you must not give up - we all send you our love and hope our 'strength of will' helps you through this painful situation. We want to see you in the annual march for Breast Cancer in a year or so and we will join you - just pucker up your lips and whistle.......then stand back and watch the stampede of GBers come arunning. I vote that this day become an annual celebration {Deedle Day} even if the government won't help us declare it - we will do it anyway. Love, hugs and kisses - imagine us all at your side holding your hand during your treatments and you will get through them OK.Betty Lou, Rupert, Patches